You felt as if you were an ordinary girl, you were… right?

But no, no you weren’t. You had little to no idea, but one of the biggest musicians at the time, Paul McCartney, was in love with you secretly. He’d write songs about you, being the mystery girl as he knew nothing about you.. not even your name.

You’d attend The Beatles shows occasionally, but not everyday; but one place you’d attend everyday is the cafe after work.

After a day of working your tiring job, you’d sit in a secluded corner of the cafe which was by the window so you’d have a view of Liverpool as you would relax with your drink, whereas Paul would walk past.

And today was just a day like that, you were sat in your usual seat, drinking your usual drink.. everything felt normal; but you felt watched somehow.